"BANG!" The double doors of the mansion were pushed open hard and it can be seen from this action on how pissed off this middle aged man was.

He could not even defeat a mere mud golem guard, there was absolutely no hope at all in winning against its master.

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A full minute later and the man was looking at a familiar yet unfamiliar child.

This boy was busy playing with his laptop and it took a couple more breaths before the boy looked up from his preoccupied status.

"Why have you come here, father?" Our bored gamer said unto the middle aged man. There was no emotion in his voice whatsoever. No longing or anger. None at all.

Clark gazed at the man like he was looking at a complete stranger and not his father in this realm. Such minor distinctions did not at all matter towards our very own protagonist.

As it was, he was merely a restless traveler in this world.

"Is my son dead already?" The middle aged man asked softly.

He was the previous king of the fae named Anduin and he knew that his son Prince Ruven could not have ascended to this kind of power.

There was only one possible reason why this happened. His son was possessed by a demon or another powerful entity entirely.

One should know that even the demon world was currently under siege at this time.

"Yes, he is." Our bored gamer answered simply and was not about to lie to the father of this body. This would also make the discussion next a lot more simpler.

"I see." Anduin muttered and paused for a beat. Clark was of course so kind that he filled the empty silence between them.

"If you're planning to use that scrap metal in my front again, don't."

"I will only break that useless sword into pieces and you will lose something very valuable in consequence." Our good gamer warned plainly.

With his olden eyes, it was easy to see the plans behind the plans of this middle aged elven kin.

Although Anduin was already 10 thousand years old but he was not even a small child yet in the presence of our very own protagonist.

"..." Anduin continued to remain silent but after 5 breaths, he could not help but grin towards our avid gamer.

"What is a father who cannot take revenge for his child's murder?" Anduin said and followed through with his plan even if he was already seen clearly before he could even begin.

"DING!" A magical sword materialized from out of nowhere into his hands and Anduin's form exploded in a blinding silver radiance. He was gone with the wind in the next moment.

"BANG!" A flash of motions occurred which placed Anduin behind the seated form of our bored gamer when it was all over and done.

What happened was too fast to follow that everything almost finished instantaneously.

"DROP!"

"DROP!"

"DROP!" Blood fell on the floors and a multitude of small pieces followed thereafter.

This was the elven sword called Aetherius which was transformed into a million fragments and more in the aftermath.

"Go back to where you belong."

"Your family needs you there."

"But if you remain stubborn, I shall gladly end your life for you." Clark uttered coldly without turning around to look at the one armed man behind him.

Anduin's right arm turned into a blood fog alongside the shattered remains of his race's legacy weapon.

Our bored gamer also had no qualms in ending this man's life since there was a big red tag over the head of this elven king.

He would only be helping the hands of karma make a complete circle in Anduin's adventurous life.

"..." Anduin left without saying any other word. Elves were long lived beings and he was not able to die prematurely like a hero.

Especially not when he knew that there was really no hope in stopping our bored gamer's advance.

Even his strongest trump card laid discarded in bits and pieces on the unfeeling floors beneath his feet.

"At least elves are smart no matter in what realm I see them." Clark smiled and without ado, returned to playing some more online games for his leisure.

The creativity of humans was truly boundless and he took great pleasure in the games that he found in this mortal realm.

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A week easily passed and our bored gamer was surprised that it took this long to conquer the 3 big domains of this realm.

The humans fell fast but the fae world and the demon world had fought bravely to the last man.

In such a rigid battlefield, there was bound to be deaths which were indeed lamentable on all sides.

At least this was true for the fae but not towards the demons who preyed on the negative forces of this reality. Our bored gamer did not have pity for such foul creatures.

"One week to start and end it all."

"This has been a good run indeed." Clark muttered to himself as he summoned a golden throne once more over the kneeling figures of a billion souls and more.

He had chosen to make the human world as a setting for his ascension in memory of his roots as one of them.

Our bored gamer took a deep breath as he could see the unimaginable faith energy that was concentrated fully on his person.

This made him wonder about all the realms that he had conquered so far.

"Does my partner still get faith energy from the 14 realms i had won over the course of my journey, Nancy?" Clark asked unto his epic system.

He would have guessed that his curiosity would not get answered at all but he was astonished when he got one.

"Affirmative, host." Nancy replied promptly.

"I see." Our bored gamer smiled and nodded in understanding. Since there was nothing left to do here, Clark was ready to go to the next realm.

"Please send me to the n..." He started but he was stopped by an unexpected intrusion.

"YOU DARE INTERFERE WITH MY GAMES!" A furious shout was heard that seemed to rock the very foundations of this universe.